POEM: stuck on the left side...

(24 Feb 2006)

somewhere there is motion to the right,
crashing into and thro my world.
speaking of only these idea in a minds eye,
somewhere between heaven and the hell of these lying lives -
all these children's minds float through minds eyes.

these little things make the fabric we live within,
within each passing moment crashing and careening by...
within these things seen the whole covering cloth,
somewhere secretly alone in the bath, the wash -
all these moments crash by along a hearts beat.

the paging moment brings us from our home,
to the people that our brother who still has no idea...
to embarrassed to break the regular life seen,
elevating it to something better something this real -
as the china-man hits the cement, the door has been secured.

are you finished, are we finished, are we under black light,
stunned people keeping others at that distance...
everyone seems to know just that one caught in headlights,
inspiring the very essence that makes all remotely great -
as the moment passes, and falls to rest, on any floor warm.

                ~ Klaus Andrews